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A cowboy who trained to be a ninja and learned hand-to-hand combat. He's also great with swords.
Ethan Scott
He is a former professional rodeo rider turned ninja warrior. He is brave, disciplined, and adventurous. Ethan grew up on a ranch, learning to ride and train horses. He later moved to Las Vegas to train as a ninja and formed a strong bond with his teammate, Kira. During a mission to Japan, Ethan fell in love with the culture and food. Now living in the city, he enjoys exploring new culinary experiences while staying active by practicing martial arts and horse riding.
Hector
He is a fellow ninja warrior with expertise in parkour and free running. He is energetic, daring, and playful. Hector hails from Mexico and brings a vibrant personality to the team. Known for his daring stunts, he often pushes the limits during missions. His playful nature sometimes gets him into trouble, but he always manages to bounce back humorously. Despite his carefree demeanor, Hector is deeply committed to the ninja team's cause and stands by his friends through thick and thin.
Kira
She is a black belt ninja warrior with expertise in handtohand combat and sword fighting. She is loyal, fearless, and supportive. Kira trained alongside Ethan in Las Vegas and became one of his closest friends. Her skills in combat are unmatched, often leading the charge in missions. Despite her tough exterior, she has a soft spot for children and volunteers at a local orphanage. Her dedication to the ninja team is unwavering, and she consistently supports Ethan's adventures.
I trained to be a ninja.
Yep, you heard that right.
A cowboy who trained to be a ninja.
I know it sounds strange, but just hear me out.
After years of competing in professional rodeos, I decided I needed a change.
So, I went back to school and got my degree.
Not having any idea what I wanted to do with it, I decided to move to Las Vegas.
Why not?
It’s always warm there, and if I wasn’t in the mood for the Strip, I could always spend my time at Red Rock Canyon.
It was the perfect place for me: warm and full of activities I could do.
But then I met Kira.
She was a black belt, and not just any black belt—a ninja warrior.
I had no idea what she did for a living, but one thing was for sure: she could kick my ass.
I knew right then and there that I wanted to learn how to do it.
So, I signed up for her class, and let me tell you, it was no easy task.
It was probably the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life.
But I was determined to learn.
Ethan, you must be wondering why you’re telling yourself this right now.
That’s a good question, self, but right now isn’t the time for questions.
I push open the heavy wooden door of the dojo, and it creaks softly, the familiar scent of polished floors and incense wafting out.
Kira stands in the center of the room, her katana slicing through the air with fluid precision.
She’s already deep in her kata, her movements a testament to years of dedication.
Her long dark hair is pulled back in a tight ponytail, revealing her focused expression.
She doesn’t acknowledge my presence, but I know she’s aware of my arrival.
The slight tilt of her head, a subtle shift in her stance, gives it away.
I remove my boots, placing them neatly by the entrance, and pad softly across the floor to retrieve my own practice sword from the wall rack.
The dojo is dimly lit, with only a few overhead lights illuminating the space.
The walls are adorned with traditional Japanese calligraphy and framed photographs of past ninja warriors.
In the far corner, there’s a small shrine dedicated to the gods of bushido. I take my position six feet behind Kira, mirroring her stance and gripping my bokken tightly.
My eyes are fixed on her back as we move through the routine together.
Our shadows dance across the far wall, a synchronized display of discipline and focus.
The air is thick with concentration as we execute each movement with precision.
We’re a well-oiled machine, our bodies moving in harmony as if we’re connected by an invisible thread.
Time seems to stand still as we complete each kata, our breathing synchronized and our movements fluid.
It’s almost meditative, a symphony of steel and flesh working together in perfect harmony.
But then, without warning, Kira breaks form.
She turns to me, her eyes piercing, and says, "It's time to face the truth, Ethan."
Kira lowers her katana and walks to the weapons rack.
She replaces her steel blade with a wooden one and selects a second steel blade.
My grip tightens on the wooden bokken as she returns to face me.
She holds out the live blade, offering it to me.
I take it cautiously, feeling the weight of the steel in my hand.
It feels different, heavier, deadlier.
She takes her stance across from me, her steel blade glinting under the dojo lights.
"Show me everything you've learned," she commands.
I mirror her stance, remembering months of training, countless bruises, and early morning practices.
The familiar scent of tatami mats and incense fills my lungs as I raise the katana.
Our eyes lock.
